Suddenly.
A clear voice sounded. "The current Shang Yan is also Shang Yan."
Shang Yan looked up and saw Pei Yunge, who was biting on a cake fork, looking at him.
She took down her fork and fiddled with the cake in her hand. "Shang Yan, this is very difficult, but let's get through it."
Seeing Pei Yunge in front of him, Shang Yan's hand that was holding onto his phone felt inexplicably warm.
…
Soon.
Pei Yunge and Shang Yan were about to return to the concert.
Someone who suddenly ran over almost bumped into them.
Pei Yunge frowned unconsciously as a faint coldness appeared in her eyes. However, before she could look up, she saw the beautiful woman in front of her turn around and laugh coldly as she watched the foreign man rush over.
"Am I troubling you?"
